Fósforo

If I don't live off this, I'll kill myself, he said
After a rant, he left
I was worried, but didn't say
Rolled another cigarette, went to fight

Today I yielded to my vices
I entered the shoe myself
The Unconscious and its traces
My friends in the struggle

Dreams crushed in the cave
This is just a preface
I don't want to get into the dispute
I don't like anything that's easy

Here the hole is deeper, man
Don't put us in boxes
People value the curls
Everything will be fine

Not everything that fits, fits
But everything that forces, breaks at some point
And so we return to the same coin
Those who overlook too much, get carried away

Those who expose too much impose and
Those who oppose too much get stoned
That's why everything is shit
Situations that flood the view

Lessons that life teaches us
Ambitions that match plagues
Situations that seem blind to me
And so our saga continues

Who shoots the arrow explains their position
Reason doesn't always have reason
Heart is not used with everyone, that's what I said

Another one of my attempts to escape from this
To distract myself so as not to destroy what I deconstructed
But I couldn't

And I faced who I am
And compared myself to what I was
I was unfair in my judgment
I regret being so confused

That for me is just my reasoning
Without control, but with my movement
Everything here seems to run slowly
It's that, being close is far from being inside

I think

If I had died in that frame
Or if I had gotten into the drunk guy's car, who swore it was a ride
Or messed up the day I had the responsibility to go on stage
What would I be today?

The future is serious
Collective hysteria when it comes to the subject

If faith moves mountains, then imagine people
But we need strength, so we yield to belief
And in the end we stay together
Who knows if it's worth it
Every tribe has its list of rules
Prerequisites and their sentences
So don't think yours is just a coincidence

Victims of circumstance, Children of inexperience
Father of devoted arrogance, or supposed innocence (or supposed innocence)
Curves that alter the fate of chance
Every trauma we will return to childhood
Distance and neglect
Limits and wreckage
If it's all ours, tell me what is mine?

Or better, tell me what is yours?
But what is literally yours
Not what money gave you
Neither people nor God

There are no new men if there are old enemies
I was clear, but interpreted wrong
Every window is a view, I know
But the same boat is bullshit

They left traces and put us signs
Not that I believe in stars, I appreciate the power of symbols
I don't notice traffic lights because I don't have a car
But as I smoke a cigarette, I notice the tip of the matchstick

I don't think we came from the mud
Who avoids collision, collides with themselves when the light doesn't hit
Second equinox

Maturity, I understand your motivation
But understand my simplicity, or we will live in this frustration